𝙰 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙿𝚝.2

_Warning- Sexual Humor, Swearing

For a while we walked in complete silence. And I hated it, it felt awkward..So I broke the silence, "So you're Dallas Winston right?"

"That's me Doll.." He didn't seem surprised by how I knew him...Must mean he does know he's a known name in Tulsa. "I figured, from the description in your records everyone knows you.."

He grinned and winked. "That's the point sweetheart, being a small part of society makes me feel like shit." I laughed softly as I shrugged, "Does it? I guess that's how Greasers feel compared to Socs."

He hummed, taking another drag of a new cigarette. "Now that you say..Meh, Greasers are poor, yeah, but we're noticed. Look at those middle class people.. Ain't nobody gives a shit for 'em. I say most townsfolk forgot they existed.."

"You think?..Then life's different to everyone then..Us Greasers get hated on because we're wild and reckless besides the fact that we're poor, the Socs are lucky enough to have a stable life but they're worse than us..and Middle people? I say they have a tranquil life..don't ya think?"

He looked down at me, with an unreadable expression.. He was thinking, maybe different from me.. "You are the type of person who sees around them, aren't you?" I shrugged and looked down to my converse. " I'm just sayin'"

"So, why were you out in the first place?" He said changing the topic. "I just wanted to walk around y'know?" I was rubbing gently the back of my neck where I felt a bump forming. "No I don't..Y/n..that was stupid. Don't you know Socs roam on the streets at night like little pussies? They pick on any Greaser they see; especially if you're vulnerable and lonesome." I looked down in embarrassment. "Did you at least have a blade with you? A gun?" I shook my head and he sighed. "That could've been a good way to scare those idiots away."

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Dallas calmed after a while about my stupidity. He decided to change topics to calm me down..maybe because he remembered that I was beaten up hella bad. He ran his hand through his hair and licked his lip. "D'you know anything else about my records?" I kicked a rock in front of me until it was gone, past behind me..and I wasn't goin' back for it. "Well maybe everything.." I said, looking back at him. He was very well known, I'll give him that.. He was the Bad Boy of Tulsa.. I don't know what some girls see in him..Yeah he is Mighty Hot, surely a looker but I'm talking about his reputation. Or maybe there's something behind that serious face and said 'bitchy' attitude that attracts girls? I don't know.. From what happened earlier, he seemed to care, and that is attractive... Oh God.. Am I drooling over a boy I'm barely knowing?

"Like how I'm good at it?" He joked in a seductive tone (Or I hope), while he eyed me up and down. I was taken aback.. the conversation flipped way around from what I expected it to head on.

"I.." I was left speechless, he had a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips and I knew he was playing but hell how would I respond to that? "Little freak."

I widened my eyes and blushed madly as I shook my head vehemently."What? Oh no no.. I just." His smirk grew wider and he rolled his eyes. "What, what? You want to know it by yourself?" I choked on my saliva and covered my face with my hand, I was blushing uncontrollably.

"I'm just kidding, calm down Doll." he chuckled, " Unless you want."

I sneezed out of nowhere and he laughed again even louder; what a nuisance..

"It's not funny.." I said, still covering my face. I couldn't be mad any longer. The amusement on his face passed on to mine; I couldn't help it. "Sure Doll.." He chuckled, putting his hands on his pockets.

After blocks of walking we reached the said so Curtis' house. "Let's hurry up, It's freezin' out here man."

I recognized the house as I got closer. Mr and Mrs. Curtis; parents of three kids. I had passed this house many times before and I really liked them, they were nice.

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"Hey Y/n/n! How's our little neighbor?" Mr. Curtis grinned, he was on a metal ladder fixing his house's rooftop. "Hey Mrs and Mr Curtis, I'm good sir and you?." I said leaning on their gate. "Good sweetheart, just fixin' this rooftop again, safety measures." He chuckled. Mrs. Curtis, who was flowering her garden, looked and smiled at me. "Oh Y/n sweetheart you're here! Look, I wanted you to meet my kids. Our sons want to meet you, they're near your age."

Darell and Sodapop and some neighbor kids were out at the time playing a football match. Darrell at the time was 13, Sodapop 9, and I was 8.

The boys stopped their match when Mrs. Curtis called them and the boys quickly ran up to me, " Hi I'm Darrell." He said, shaking hands with me. "Sodapop." The younger one chipped in, waving his hands. "Y/n, nice to meet ya." I said, waving my hands shyly.

"So boys, Y/n here is our little neighbor just livin' right across the street. You know Mr. and Mrs. L/n right?" She asked the boys in which they nodded. "Oh so you're the girl they talk 'bout. It's even more nice." Sodapop smiled at me. "Mhm, and she walks down every day for work, something you boys don't do." At the last part she grabbed the boys and tickled them in a playful manner. I smiled, "It's not that I chose to..."

"Even so, you still work, serves right." Mr. Curtis said as he hopped off the ladders and walked over to us. "But it's fine every person's different. My boys can be lazy at times but sure do have energy for football matches." I chuckled and looked at the boys. The ones they were playing with seemed to lose patience until one spoke up.

"Hurry up Darry I ain't got much time to wait for ya to play." A blonde kid said, throwing the ball over to him.

"I'm comin' Paul." Darell caught it and ran back to the other kids, Sodapop followed closely behind not before waving bye at me and they continued their play.

"I have another boy but he stayed in an after school event. It's summer but he decided to join it." I nodded. "And your parents, how are they? Oh and thank them for those delicious muffins sweetheart."Mr. Curtis chipped. "Golly gee, do thank them. You ate most of them." Mrs. Curtis chuckled. " My parents are okay and it's fine. We'll be pleased to give more if you want. Besides, when we finish work we have a lot of left- overs." They looked at each other then back at me, "Oh no dear it's fin-" "Muffins it is; Chocolate, strawberry, banana or blueberry?" Mr. Curtis smirked "Blueberr-" "Andrew, be polite. They do a lot for us." He hummed "But she offered Loranne?" I giggled and shook my head, "Oh Mrs. Curtis it's alright, It's our pleasure." She was hesitant but gave in. At least she was considerate.

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{Author's note}

Shit is probs confsin' Andrew and Loranne are the Curtis parents..I tried doing research for their names but no info was found, so I made up some. If for some reason you know, I'd like to know to change their names maybe. No, this doesn't mean I own her characters, just the made up names.